Every morning Alfred would bike to school with him. They never spoke, but on the last hill the always raced each other. When they reached the high school they went their own ways. They didn't have any classes together and Alfred didn't even know his name. They finally got to talking one day, but the boy just looked at his feet and mumbled something that ended with "-James"
Alfred was young and quite popular, always a part of the crowd. He wasn't stupid, but he was rather obvious. The blonde was also very proud. Sometimes he thinks about this time and wishes he could have been different, been someone the other boy could call a friend.
He was kind of shy and quiet. When people called him weird, which happened rather often, he didn't even try to deny it. At lunch he would walk the perimeter of the school alone. One day Alfred found him and joined him on his walk. They were silent for a while and they began to talk. Alfred told him about his parents fighting in court, he said "Me and my step-dad always fight." They talked about music. He was into punk, and told Alfred that the bands he liked were junk. Alfred replied that he had never heard the Sex-Pistols, and laughed back. Then the bell rang.
Alfred was caught in the crowd. He didn't know then what he knows now, and he is always sorry about what he did. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, and had quite the ego. If he could go back in time, he would have been the boy's friend.
It was after school and the hallways were crowded when Alfred saw three of his friends laugh at the boy and shove him into the cement. They threw away his bag and told him he had no friends. He yelled that he did, looking around. He tried to get up, but the others pushed him back down. That's when Saw Alfred, and called out for him. Alfred stood for a moment then turned and walked away.
As he turned his back Alfred whispered "I'm sorry, please believe that I'm sorry."
He will always be sorry that he didn't save that boy. That was the day Alfred promised he would always be the hero, and would never let someone be hurt like that again.
AN: I'm not sure who the other boy is, but I think it might be Ivan or Matthew or Gilbert. My sister got me hooked on Kate Miller-Heidke. I just really loved this song and for some reason it begged to be a song-fic.